War Torn Blackburn,through the eyes of a child

Sometimes I let me mind goa back an' reminisce a while.
When't war were goin' on all round, an' I were just a chile.

Though we never 'ad much bombing in dear owd blackburn Town,
Me mam an' dad were freytened stiff when one cum tumbling down.

They rushed us in't shelter in coats they'd bought on tic,
Our kid, an' me, and t'gasmasks, an' t'mangy dog called Mick.

We 'ad our own invasion - evacuees in masses,
Yanks that danced at t'Palais and pinched all't bonny lasses.

When th'olidays come round each year, (to lighten days so dark,)
We'd swings, an' sand, an' donkey rides in Corporation Park.

We were towed that careless talk costs lives, so we kept our gobs shut fast,
An' never talked of owt or nowt, for chance a spy walked past.

We all-us 'ad enough to eat, Best Salmon in its prime,
Tins o' pears me granny 'ad 'ad since thirty-nine.

Our toffee points we all-us spent on't day afore we should.
We 'ad two jars to pick from - by heck, them times were good!

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